Alexa...what is a party duper?

A person who sends out invitations to a party that never takes place.

Thanks Alexa. I've been to a few of those!

That's funny, Changedagain. We always called that a snipe hunt, which is a practical joke where someone invites you to start a church somewhere. You break your back to find a location, get people to attend, finish your Master's in Divinity, and then watch as G&M handpick the son of somebody more connected than you to pastor it. Afterward, everyone gets a good laugh and you get to repent for your position thinking.

GSchaeff Wrote:
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> That's funny, Changedagain. We always called that
> a snipe hunt, which is a practical joke where
> someone invites you to start a church somewhere.
> You break your back to find a location, get people
> to attend, finish your Master's in Divinity, and
> then watch as G&M handpick the son of somebody
> more connected than you to pastor it. Afterward,
> everyone gets a good laugh and you get to repent
> for your position thinking.

Perfectly sick!

That sounds just about right, changedagain and GSchaeff. Such great memories...

So, did everyone enjoy their LW Memorial Day picnic? You know the one where you have to work all day in the sun first and hope that one of the leaders says something nice about you at some point? And they do and you feel pretty good for about five minutes. Then you realize that you just worked all day in the sun and feel sick. And you did all that just for a #$@!%& pat on the head AND you notice that all the REALLY special people have TheyCalledMeJohah's frosted mugs and you don't. And then you feel bad again, because you know that you're not special after all. And then someone reminds you of the word about God not giving brownie points. And you think, why the $#@! would I put up with this if that's true? And THEN you get to repent of your position thinking!



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The frosted mugs, yes! Or if you made the pilgrimage to Shiloh for SOP it was the golf carts you were allowed to drive. I don't know where they got those, but I can remember a few that got busted up in the woods during the amphitheater party. Only VIPs were invited there too. There was never enough beer, wings, and fireworks for all of the locals.

Anytime that RH is involved, there are sure to be golf carts. Also lots of drinking.

You NAILED it! Start applying the rule "actions speak louder than words" and you can get really tired really fast - or realize the super dupe 30 years later....

JezTheBelle Wrote on Nov 22, 2015:
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> I remember from my first awareness of what was
> happening around me, that I was a part of
> something special. We weren’t like other churches.
> We were the REAL church. The one with the LIVING
> Word. All other churches were “of the world” and
> “dead” and I can’t even remember all the words
> used to describe things that would “fall away” as
> the Kingdom was “brought forth.”
>
> We were all “called” for a different purpose. Some
> of us were “Scouts.” Those would be the ones that
> “prepared the way” for God’s People in the Earth.
> Some of us, were “Settlers,” the ones who would
> “hold the Kingdom” once it was conquered. I, well,
> I was something special. I was a “Warrior Spirit.”
> It was up to us, we Warriors, to follow behind the
> Scouts and do the spiritual “battle” that would
> clear the realm. It was us that would do all that
> conquering in the first place. Without us, the
> Settlers would have nothing to settle and all that
> Scouting would go to waste.
>
> I was even more special than that though. I was
> THIRD GENERATION! I cut my teeth on the knowledge
> that my peers and I were the ones God’s Chosen
> People had been waiting for. Everything that had
> come before was in preparation for us. The Kingdom
> would actually come into the earth during our time
> and because of us. All that demon slaying, all
> that incessant intercession, all that prophecy was
> for us. So that we could freely “move” in God’s
> Living Words and “claim” his Kingdom throughout
> the land. Heady stuff, that. We got to damn things
> to hell and know it was really happening. We
> slayed demons left and right. We loosed spirits of
> “discernment”, "brought forth revelations" and
> helped our prophet, John Robert Stevens “break
> through” to the “next levels.” We stood in Triad
> in the middle of service and proclaimed the end
> times into existence knowing that our “fruits”
> would be the ones that ended Babylon once and for
> all. We were the chosen of the chosen, the Sons
> and Daughters of Israel, and WE would inherit the
> earth. We leaned into the Spirit. Oh, yes, we
> leaned in. (And people wonder where the arrogance
> came from?!?)
>
> Of course it wasn’t all fire and fury and giddy
> glory. There was work to be done to bring it all
> about too. There were potatoes to peel in the
> kitchen, fields to tend, meals to serve and clean
> up from. We needed dorms to house The People. We
> needed tunnels underground and places to store
> arms and provisions. Because the “End Times” were
> imminent, we needed to grow, can, preserve, save,
> stock up and become totally self-reliant so that
> when "The Call" came we would be ready for “The
> Final Battle.” It was coming and we loosed it with
> all our hearts!
>
> We worked in the Kingdom businesses making candles
> and “golden threads” clothing, and paint rollers
> and more. Child labor was cheap, but those
> businesses were going to become the biggest in the
> world as Babylon continued to “pass away” and we
> rose to replace them. We were the literal,
> physical body of Christ, doing his work in the
> earth and we were proud to do it.
>
> It took a lot of time though, and “distractions”
> were many. With two or three services per week,
> work to keep up the compound, I mean commune, I
> mean community center and camp, preparation for
> the End Times, and, of course, Kingdom School, we
> needed to stay “focused.” Anything that interfered
> with that was "satanic."
>
> The first sign of trouble for me came when an
> innocent birthday present from a relative (of The
> World, not The Body) was deemed to have a "bad
> spirit on it." After much prayer, "confirmation"
> came down. It was "not from God." In fact, my new
> record was "satanic" and had to be "cast out" as a
> distraction from "God's Will Over My Life." It was
> The Eagles, Hotel California album. It was burned
> in our back yard before I'd had it a week.


JezTheBelle, I wasn't in the forum. When you posted. Your comments sound familiar to me. Maybe I knew you. I think you were marginalized. By some of the elite posters. And stopped posting. I would like to hear. The rest of your story. If you want to post again. I will support you.

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Puddington, thanks for the link. Hilarious! :)

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1693 giraffes. That seems excessive.